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He ignored her cries and the way she squirmed over his knee. “I don’t think you heard me,” he cut off her protests with his gravelly voice. “I think you need a reminder to listen.” With his left hand, he parted her cheeks. Then his right finger dangled over her tight, nervously pulsing hole.

Suddenly remembering Chandler, he glanced over at the other man to see him crossed-armed and watching the proceedings with a look of interest.

Then he focused back on his naughty charge. She was tight-lipped and stiff as a board—her MO was to try to appear indifferent, it seemed. Well, he’d fix that.

He licked his finger before stroking her tight hole, and it only took once before she gasped. As soon as she did her muscles relaxed ever so slightly, but it was enough. He invaded her tight asshole with his finger, probing inside her private entrance while she cried out.

It rendered her repentant immediately, like he’d pressed some magic button to make her emotions flip.

“Please!” she squeaked, writhing over his lap. “Please stop, please, please!” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything! Just…”

“Just what?” he asked silkily, thrusting his finger inside her channel.

“Please!” A sob caught in her throat as she begged for mercy.

He gave Chandler an I-told-you-so look. He’d done this long enough to be certain he wasn’t hurting her. She was uncomfortable, he had no doubt, but nothing was hurt except her pride. And it seemed that Chyanne frequently needed to have her pride hurt—to be put in her place. It made her so much more agreeable.

“I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll besogood,” she cried as his finger moved inside her in slow thrusts.

Chandler looked smug, but Aaron rolled his eyes at him.

“Theyallsay that,” he hiss-whispered.

“Master, please…”

His cock jumped and he forgot all about the other man in the room. “You remembered. I’m touched.” He gave her naughty hole one more insistent thrust before removing his finger. “Why did I have to punish you, Chyanne?”

“I… I…”

He massaged her hole, and her breathing came out in frantic, hard puffs.

“Please, please, I’m thinking!”

He decided to take pity on her and he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’ll give you a hint: you showed me your naughtiness with your eyes.”

She groaned, then whispered, “I rolled my eyes at you, Master.”

He patted her quivering cheeks. “Good girl. And you won’t do that again, will you, sweetheart?”

“N-no, Master. I won’t. I promise!”

“Good girl.” He let her up and brushed her curls out of her face, kissing her forehead. It wasn’t enough to sate the firecracker in his pants, but he’d have to explode inside her another time. “Be a good girl all day, and maybe we can have fun tonight.”

The anxiousness and humiliation in her face melted away right before his eyes. Her lips were blooming into a smile that got his cock throbbing. Then she turned to Chandler and included him in that brilliant, beaming smile. “All of us?”

Chuckling, he nodded. “Yes, butonlyif you’re good. Now, see if you can behave yourself while I go the bathroom long enough to wash my hands.”

She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes seductively. “I’ll try.”

* * *

Chyanne

She’d promised to be good. She knew that. And she’d meant it, when she’d been bare-assed and being punished by Aaron’s strong, dominant finger in her ass. But now, with the hot sun bearing down on her and her fingers aching, she was beginning to forget her promise. With each boring, yet equally exhausting moment that passed, the contrition she’d felt faded just a bit more to the back of her mind.

Chandler and Aaron had both accompanied her to the field she was going to mow.

The sight of it had been enough to make her eyes widen in surprise. She was not opposed to hard work and getting her hands dirty, but this place was half a football field and looked like it had needed to be mowed two rains ago. It was daunting.